Getting the key to my new place. They’re sort of bittersweet moments. It’s hard to believe I’m leaving my wonderful place. The first place I lived by myself in. The place I turned 30 in. The place I fell in love in, and the place I hit rock bottom in. The place I lost days on my couch, and the place I knew I was never far from friends in. The place I adopted my first kitten in, and broke my older cat’s heart. It’s been a long year. Long, lonely, and interesting. But it’s time to move on.
Mental image: Girl sitting on red bench listening to Billie Holiday, eating Juanita’s Tortilla Chips straight out of a bag, sipping dark beer out of a travel mug, reading When Men Become Gods, and waiting.
What a strange sort of urban metro lifesyle. Warm, fresh air wafting thru the open doors, carrying the scent of the Gyros next door.
The last time she was there, it was full dark, and damp, a winter breeze blowing thru a cracked window. She cowered in a corner, praying for time to speed up as two, clearly homeless guys got into a shouting match over how to spend 5 dollars. If there had been music playing, she didn’t hear it..
I’ve listened to Eye of the Tiger on the way to a first date.
I’ve had a man drunk dial me and begin singing Every Rose Has its Thorn.
And I once drunk texted a guy the song, I Touch Myself by Divinyls.
Imagine that one Family Guy scene, where Stewie just keeps saying, “mom, mommy, mom,” to Lois. Over and over and over until she finally snaps.
Thats Thumbs and me. He always knows, and hates when I pull my camera out. So I sit, finger on the button, ready for him to finally look at me, calling his name, “Thumbs, hey, Thumbs,” over and over and over.
He finally glances at me briefly, very briefly, then allows the Yawn to photobomb…
Radiolab did an interview with Andy Mills, about his amazing friendship with Kohn Ashmore. In college Andy Mills heard a strange noise down the hall, and upon further investigation, discovered fellow student Kohn Ashmore. Most striking about him was the fact that he moves and speaks extremely slowly. It wasn’t until much later in their friendship that Andy discovered that for years Kohn didn’t even know that he spoke slowly.
It is an example of how resilient the human mind can be. That after living with the sound of his own voice for so long, it no longer seemed a strange thing. And admittedly, after listening to this interview over and over, Kohn’s voice no longer sounds strange to me.
Here is that interview by Radiolab. In honesty, the song at the end of the interview always chokes me up a little. It is filled with so much pain, and courage, and maybe a bit of hope.
Here also is the original audio story by Andy Mills that had initially caught Radiolab’s attention. Though most of the information is the same, and some of the clips were used in Radiolab’s interview, this version is put together and told entirely by Andy Mills.
(And for a deeper look into the life of Kohn Ashmore, he published a short biography, which can be found here on Amazon.)